“Not even a little bit, but only for Tyler. I’m so scared,” I confessed.
“Dixie, could ye try his tracker again?” Shade asked.
I did, and that damn green dot hovered over the area above the city.
“North makes sense for that jail,” Shade said.
Arran shook his head. “But not him walking away without a word to Dixie or any kind of backup. That isn’t like him.”
Kane wore the same expression of disbelief. “I haven’t worked for him for long, but he’s a detailed strategist. We started every mission with clear objectives and finished with a debrief. Never any doubt over our roles.”
Heretic spoke from a lean on the wall. “He doesn’t strike me as the impulsive type. That so?”
He was asking me.
I gripped Mila’s arm. “He isn’t.”
Arran exhaled. “Which doesn’t map at all to Jonas’s certainty that he’s gone hunting this ex-con. Still, we can’t ignore the fact.”
He left the obvious unspoken. It was the only lead we had, and with night falling, time was only ticking on.
Mila’s phone rang. Emotion crossed her face, and she moved to the door to take the call. “Hello?”
Convict must’ve seen the screen, because he mouthed to me, “Primrose.”
Our grandmother. I watched Mila’s expression as she listened.
“It’s been so long. I’ve called you so many times.”
She stopped and reached for Convict. But her focus locked on me. “Yes, I’ve met her. She’s lovely. I wish you hadn’t hidden her from me.”
Mila listened again then lowered her phone, the screen dark, the call disconnected. “She wants to meet you. I would’ve said no, but for the last thing she said. That she wants to talk to you about something you want.”
I opened my mouth. “The only thing I want right now is Tyler back safe.”
A ripple of awareness went across the crew. We all heard it at the same time. But there was no way…
Mila took a shocked breath. “That’s not possible. Is it? Why would he be there?” She gave a startled laugh. “It’s not like our grandmother could take him. She’s Dixie’s size and frail.”
Convict added, “Wallace wouldn’t stand a chance against Tyler.”
Shade centred on me. “The map again.”
I brought up the tracker.
“Point out where your grandmother’s house is.”
I zoomed out until the edge of Deadwater was in sight, then followed the road to the millionaire’s row where they lived.
It was within the zone where Tyler’s tracker had last pinged.
What the actual hell?
I found my words. “I’ll go to her. However crazy that seems, I need to be sure.” For him, I’d do anything, even if it was to drive out there then turn around and come back.
Nothing scared me as much as losing him.
Shade stepped back and took in me, then Arran and the others. “There’s something that doesnae make sense. Even when they fail, the trackers respond when they’re in phone range. If Tyler made it to Barlinnie, that’s in Glasgow. A big city with no problems with signal.”
